White so pure,
it's cleanliness sure.

Now soaked with dread
and flecked with red.

Heat of me melts into puddle,
my mind will fade and words will muddle.

Steel in chest and searing pain,
my face feels droplets of the winter's rain.

Fur of fire-blackened and bloodied,
as I lay with vision muddied.

No one will come though they look in flocks,
for I am just a simple fox.

dawn light -
the weight of the air
settles in

Yay! Some cold at last, and even a dusting of snow.
We moved back into the dorm—braving knife-like breezes—yesterday.
It was bracing and heroic - do I want it to warm up?
That’s a hard no.

let’s wax poetic..

Think not of winter as bleak
wrap your steely bones warmly, wear a cap
—for gelid wintertide can bind us together.

Midwinter is the time o' the year to be warm hearted,
to find a companion, a creature fair, a lass (or a manly man)
and suggest a more temperate snuggle— it can do no harm to try.

Think not of winter as bleak
make sweet use of flattery, and face cold’s embrace
likewise, cheek to cheek, with a warming and open heart.
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Snowbird by Rani Arbo & Daisy Mayhem
We'll Sing In the Sunshine by Thornbirds

Dead trees,
White snow,
Green pines,
And a long way to go.

The night feels cold once more-
A blizzard through the mist,
Freezing every lonely soul.

I’m here,
A victim of the dark,
Shivering under my blankets,
With my eyes fixated above-
A never-ending darkness
Filled with shining stars,
A guiding light to something bigger,
And that is you-
Reflective light shining above me.

No matter how bright you shine,
Your beauty is seen but untouchable-
A fish in the deep black,
Nearly impossible to catch.

Still laying here,
Shivering under my blankets.
Music in my head,
my only companion-
A fireplace in the middle of this forest of devastation,
A place where shadows lure me out of comfort

Following me with a familiar tune,
something like this:
“Such a lonely night,
And it’s mine
It’s a night
I’m glad I survived.”

Witnessing the change of nature now,
We will soon meet again,
O Queen of the darkness-
Torture of us outcasts,

When will the night
Feel warm again?
For the answer,
I’ll wait.

heavy eyes sink, into my hollow
skull. finger tips blued, nails
chipped and worn. it began
with a coldness, washing over
my vibrant being. how I miss
the body, I once was. It pried
melodies from my throat, and
composed a dirge where they
resided. then, it filled my lungs
with sludge, that way, when
I cried out, the tune would
further corrupt. I lay helpless,
worn, and tattered. I do nothing
but lay, and wait, for the familiar
embrace, of health.